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Ardiis stared at the burger in his hand. Normally, he loved chowing down on his Big Mac like he chowed on these beta players like Cned or Nukkye or Sayf. But not today. Today, this burger was a sign of his failure. The double patties of meat reminded him not of succulent juicy beef but only the mighty veiny vascular muscles of Stax. The seeded bread buns? It was Stax’s cheeks as he squatted on Ardiis’s face. The tomato? It was his blood dripping off Stax’s knife. The mayo? You know what it is.
i was having fun at the waterslide when suddenly i noticed a big shadow covering the entire pool i looked up and there i saw him, Ardiis. He was coming straight for me, he jumped into the pool and the velocity of the wave that followed knocked me unconcious.
When i woke up i was chained in a cold and dirty room and there he was, streaming the popular shooter game VALORANT on Twitch while talking to his chat, somehow he managed to say the word "bro" 254 times in just 3 sentences how is that even possible?? I quickly realised that the chains were actually made of chocolate, confused (and mainly hungry) i started licking and sucking them as fast as i could and managed to crawl out of the room -that i presumed was probably his mothers basement- while remaining unseen.
I searched around the house for an exit and i quickly found the front door. As soon as i exited the building i saw a horde of angry Brazilians holding blowtorches and pitchforks chanting at ardiis and calling him a racist and a loser. I didn't really care so i tried to get out of the scene as soon as possible but just as i was about to step out of the house, ardiis put his enormous hand on my shoulder and whispered with a soft and melodic tone in my ear "You're not going anywhere pumpkin pie" and "Daddy's gonna take care of this swifly". He stepped out of the house and suddenly yelled "WATCH THIS" as he flamboyantly dashed into the air and suddenly made 5 knives materialise around him. He used the knives to effortlessly tap every single brazilian in the area.
I was so afraid, blood was spilled everywhere. When it all was over ardiis looked in my direction and i knew that it was over, if they didnt stand a chance, then i wouldnt either, so i just gave up. Ardiis started walkingin my direction each step making the ground shake. When he got to me he just sat down on me saying that i got cold and he needed to warm me up. After a while he took me inside the smelly basement again and took his clothes off. He started smelling me and licking my ear, and then he suddenly got very embarrased and told me i can just leave.
Turns out that this was a huge misunderstanding, this whole time he thought that i was a chocolate egg and he wanted to eat me. The disappointment on his face when he realized the mistake he had done was palpable, a tangible testament to the depth of his sorrow.
So there was this boy in his team...
He knew that he needed someone to trust and started getting know him...
his name was Leo.
Alfajer asked him "Do you wanna grab something to eat?..."
Leo responded "You are a snack already..."
and they went to the bathroom in the fnatic facility...the rest is history...
Great idea! ☺️ The community engagement with these little fictions has been outstanding 🙃
OMGGGGG HIHIIIII 🥰🥰hiiiii Williams sister
Can you tell evil William to stop ghosting me
Such an attention seeking little boy~
Well you certainly got my attention now
Opens your pants
Be a good boy for mommy~ wink
I’m ending it tonight
Well there's this one if you haven't seen it
I'm encouraging everyone to make their fanfics (their own idea too) into its own threads
FNS stared off into the distance, the sun casting crimson rings around the tall pine trees at the bottom of the hill. He hugged his arms around his legs, crunching into a ball, the safest he'd felt despite the cold evening chill.
He was reminiscing. Sundown was a good time to reminisce, he thought.
The orange-y glow of the sun making its final trek into the abyss of nighttime darkness? He had vivid flashbacks to when he too, in an orange jersey, sunk beneath Nine clouds in his final hour.
FNS felt a tear drip down his face. He made no attempt to wipe it away; arthritis had chipped away at his bones to the point which every little movement caused him pain. But sometimes, he liked it.
Somewhere in the distance, he heard footsteps, soft, leaves crunching under them, slowly getting louder. He didn't register them at first, instead continuing to think about the past, about where it all went wrong...
" 'Jan?" a voice called out.
He didn't move a muscle.
" 'Jan!"
The voice finally processed in his mind and he whipped his head around.
"Sam..." he whispered.
There stood s0m, not-too-tall but solid figure, handsome Asian features and nicely groomed jet-black hair, with his trademark glasses.
" 'Jan, what are you doing? It's freezing out here."
FNS closed his eyes, trying to delay his reponse. s0m, though, ever the empath, knew.
"Pujan, look at me for a second."
He placed his hands on FNS's shoulders, forcing the older man to look into his youthful eyes. Youthful, but filled with a spark of passion and emotion that FNS remembered himself having when he was younger, back when Prohibition was a thing.
"Pujan, I know that the sun always sets. There is never any stopping it. Things happen."
FNS nods, tears threatening to leak from his eyelids again.
"But once the night passes, the sun rises again. Every. Single. Time. The darkness is but temporary, Pujan. The cycle of life repeats itself anew. What use is it to dwell on the negatives?"
More visions pass through FNS's eyes now, but these are different. These are brighter. The sun, in all its glory, rising in the morning, casting yet another, brighter, orange aura.
And then flashes of s0m. s0m clutching a 1v2 against MIBR, s0m yelling "LIKE, COME ON, MAN!". s0m standing up and hyping the crowd.
s0m with a scintillatingly bright trophy.
"Why not focus on the positives, 'Jan? Be happy for what you have. Appreciate the good moments, so that you can hold onto them during the bad. This is the true key to life, to success, to victory."
FNS's eyes blurred again, but this time with a different emotion. Understanding. Calm.
Happiness.
s0m and him may not have worked out, sometimes that's fine. But s0m went on to be the ultimate victor. And here he was, comforting him. FNS, at last, finally could relax.
Been seeing all of this Flashback stuff on vlr, and really, I just feel like everyone is missing the main point. I saw one of his streams a while back, I think he was duoing with Zekken? Might've been with someone else, but I remember watching him play Sova on icebox when suddenly and without warning, my mind went completely blank, and the only thought in my head was, "Could I fit Sacy's head inside my ass?"
Maybe it was just the comely sheen off his dome, but something about that shining bespectacled orb gave the deep, inescapable feeling that this world would be better off with that head firmly inserted into my rectum, Sexuality be damned this; this was a spiritual impulse! Like Abraham before the bush; like Moses on Mount Sinai; like Whoopi Goldberg holding the script for Sister Act 2, God has given me my task.
I called Gustavo, thinking this might be an unreasonable proposition, his candid response however, intrigued me: "yeah," he said, "but can we do it in the porch area of a local Starbucks?" I asked him why, and he told me that six other people already asked to do this, and he had done those at Starbucks, and if he brought in a seventh he would get a free salted caramel latte I asked if he could get me one too, but he said they're just for him.
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